I'm also trying to write a poem for a lit publication. This is the easiest form of writing for me. Poetry is nothing but one big metaphor usually, unless your William Carlos Williams, and then you just string beautiful simple words together. 

I've wanted to write about my Grandmother for so long, which I think will be the theme of this poem. She had this vast strawberry patch, which was actually more like a field than a small patch. If I taste, smell or even see a strawberry I think of her. I can't eat them anymore, the mere sight of one brings tears to my eyes. I think this will be interesting because when you think of this berry, the average person thinks of something sensual or sexual, but in my case it reminds me of loss and heartache. A fruit, shaped like a heart, the color of blood, her blood which rests in my blood.... I think I have something. I'll doodle something out tonight.

And... I want love lately. I've gone over a year without it. I'm ready to fall into something again. I even want the heart-break that accompanies it.  I'm ready to feel something again. I'm ready to be vulnerable... I think. I think. I think. Maybe.